I suggested to her, might be a useful adjunct to her funds in starting her perfumes manufacturing workshop.

Even further, Geta the Dacian also approached her with warm congratulations. However he had far better fortune with her charms than I. Their memory of their playful week together at Shuni earlier in the year had lingered and prospered. In fact the two decided to retire together to somewhere like Antioch, Damascus, or Massilia at Gaul, where the huge quantities of blooms necessary for steeping in oil to create intense perfumes were more readily harvested. Geta intends to make Surisca his mistress or concubine, though I suspect Surisca has other goals.

Geta sought Hadrian's blessing for the liaison. Someday the two might marry in the traditional manner, though a woman of Surisca's independent lifestyle and Geta's noble heritage probably doesn't require such fancy formality.

Lysias and Thais too may follow a similar path. Arrian recently offered Lysias the post he once had in mind for Antinous as an officer in his administration. As the newly-appointed Governor of Cappadocia, Arrian's offer was a remarkable opportunity for Lysias to be attached to his new administration, especially one which has been delegated the control of two additional entire Legions, not one — the Legio XV Apollinaris and Legio XII Fulminata.

This was the very target Arrian had been pursuing for several years to defend our eastern frontier against the Alans barbarians. Arrian regarded Antinous and Lysias to be major contributors to this happy outcome. So perhaps one day Lysias too will return to Bithynia in a role as a senior officer of the Imperium.

Thais is definitely pregnant. It's visible now. The birth is expected in early summer here in Alexandria. She will retain the child, if it is healthy. Though she has her own independent wealth, thanks to Antinous, she has accepted Lysias's offer for her to come under the protection of his household at least until the child is secured sufficiently in maturity. They will see how things stand between them afterwards.

Lysias, of course, is as keen to see a healthy child delivered as is the mother. Both have an emotional connection to the child, in different ways. The Greek word arete comes to mind.

Yet it's also possible Thais will accept Hadrian's invitation to assume the role of a priestess of Antinous- Osiris.

At Hadrian's vast palace complex at Tibur outside Rome, the one where Antinous had contributed plans and designs for artificial lakes, grottos, and a youths' palaestra, Caesar's architects are presently building an elegant shrine to the man based upon Hadrian's special design. Perhaps Thais is the appropriate resident celebrant at this facility, he has suggested?

Already some very fine statues of the Bithynian are in place. These are works which idealize the lad's features in the current fashion. They display a slight softness of muscle tone untypical of Antinous's sturdy tissues, plus a demurely-sized penis to represent his youthful age. There are no scars on his cheek or wrist.

The likenesses are remarkably faithful to his memory, to my eye. Perhaps strikingly so. Among other things, they depict the human animal at its most elegant magnificence.

The artist Cronon of the Fayum is commissioned to supervise all reproductions of the Bithynian's features on coins, medallions, tondos, upwards to busts and life-size statues. Cronon's remarkably lifelike painted portraits of Antinous act as authorized guides for artisans across the Empire who have never seen the living fellow. The result is statuary of the fellow is appearing in great numbers across the Empire.

Thais will more greatly appreciate Hadrian's offer when she realizes his Tibur Villa's shrine houses the ashes of the father of her child. That's the rumor anyway.

It seems the public have been led to believe how the bodily remains of Antinous lie in state, carefully embalmed for eternal display, at the cult temple being erected in Antinoopolis at Middle Egypt. As with Alexander's cadaver at Alexandria, Antinous will be the focal point of the city and its community, in perpetuity. It supplies the glue which holds the diverse social elements together while providing a draw card for pilgrims from around the Empire.

Already tales of miracles at the temple involving healing and childbirth, as well as success in love, are circulating. Antinous's beauty has attracted a veritable stampede of adherents. Some rites and festivals are known to be carefree, if not downright uninhibited.

However, just between us, it is also whispered the recumbent figure on display behind the bronze grille within the rising structure is in fact an expertly carved effigy coated with a rare resin to replicate embalmed flesh. The model is toned in natural colors to seem believable, though it's sufficiently protected not to be manhandled by visitors. That's the gossip, anyway.

I am told on good authority Hadrian had the mortal remains and blood residues of the lad secretly retrieved from the embalmers and privately cremated under his aegis as Pontifex Maximus. They say it was a rite of extraordinary beauty. A pure white dove took flight from the pyre when the flames rose, indicating Antinous's pristine spirit soared to the heavens above. Was this yet another resurrection among the reputed litany of resurrections?

Hadrian has retained the ashes and personally interred them within a compact Egyptian obelisk at his new shrine at Tibur. This chapel will be known as The Antinoeion. It is only a few paces from the private apartments once happily shared by Caesar and his beloved eromenos. Yet it took the needless death of his companion for Hadrian to awaken to his own heart and acknowledge the depth of his feelings for another man.

Hadrian wears the miniature blood-jewel figurine of Osiris retrieved from Antinous's gut on a fine gold chain around his neck. It can sometimes be seen peeping out beneath folds of clothing as Caesar turns sharply to one side or leans forward at a certain angle.

Pachrates dramatically proclaimed this figurine was Antinous's bloodstream and life energy — his arete? — transfigured into a talisman suffused with his youthful potency.

It is true Caesar seems to have recovered a great part of his health in recent times, to the joy of us all. Yet I wonder if the figurine was yet another of that theatrical wizard's sleight-of-hand manipulations, just another oriental deceit?

On his left hand Hadrian wears the deep blue Abrasax stone. Its rich, dark hue with the finely engraved figure of the deity surrounded by arcane syllables seems striking upon someone who previously disdained jewelry. One wonders if the talisman will bring to Hadrian a similar future to the one delivered to its previous owners, Antinous or Basileus Alexandros? Fame eternal, yes, but at a high price.

I still await Hadrian's pleasure at Clarus's villa in Alexandria. It seems my offence at the Temple of Amun was that so much personal information about Caesar and Antinous was openly aired before the entire Household and its interminable gossip mill.

State secrets were made public; embarrassing personal minutiae were exposed to the view of all; the erastes/eromenos relationship was shown to have an unexpected polarity. For this I am charged again with laesa majestas, and my head may pay for it.

The Court meanwhile is forbidden to discuss the revelations at the temple or challenge the official decision on Antinous's fate on pain of exile. Antinous simply fell into the Nile. It happens. End of story.

However Septicius Clarus has intimated my head might not be forfeit after all. He has conveyed the impression Hadrian will accept as recompense my services as his editor in authoring his own autobiography, his Memoirs. Perhaps this is to ensure the precise facts of the past four years don't enter the public domain and history's muckraking record? Hadrian has his own reasons to prefer otherwise. I am already framing in my mind an elegant Memoir for Hadrian.

So if I am to edit Caesar's memoirs, this work before you is likely to be acquired for a suitable sum — a highly suitable sum, hopefully — to divert further copies and dissemination. It will simply disappear from existence.

Yet there are unanswered questions.

Are the Lion and its Cub now reconciled? Has the lackey's pride been restored?

Should a Caesar really be pitied for ordinary human sentiment?

There is nothing in life like love, I say, whatever its manifestation. As the Caesars themselves show, it may come in many differing varieties.

Among these, we ask, is it nature or nurture which gives a so-called cinaedus his, or even her, extraordinarily fertile, prolific, inspiring daemon?

Those of us familiar with these gifts salute such bounteous genius. Perhaps it begets progeny of the mind to replace progeny of the loins?

Our world would be desolate without them.

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